Cynthia, you know I ADORE your work. Blondiecath, I got your PM. Send e-mail and I will send story to you. I might post here if there is interest (he added coyly) but its yours if you want it. A bit more.................“Well, since you like girls, see that sweet little thing” he said, indicating Deborah. “I want you to go and take off all her clothes. If you do a good job, maybe I’ll let you strip the twins.”
She heard the young girl gasp at his words, and the twins went pale.
“I…I…You can’t…..” she stuttered…..”I can’t……please”
“I Have, You can, and you damn well better get started. Get her naked. But first, hand over that sweater.” He ordered, his voice going from a teasing tone to a frigid coldness in the space of a single sentence.
It was true that she sometimes made love to females, but they were consenting adults, not coerced teenagers, yet maybe her undressing the young brunette might go easier than if she were stripped by the brute. Actually, her hair was a light enough shade of brown as to be almost blonde, and there was a sweet innocence about her, an innocence that was on borrowed time.
Antonia sighed, crossed her arms and grabbing the hem, lifted the sweater up and over her chest, up her arms, her long dark hair getting caught in the neck as she pulled it over her head and off. As directed, she passed the sweater, who after smelling it as her stared into her embarrassed eyes, tossed it into the bin.
Antonia now stood wearing just her navy underwear, her full, firm breasts pushing against the thin material of her sheer blue nylon bra, the low cut cups displaying an immodest amount of cleavage and the sheerness clearly defining full, turgid nipples. She wanted to cover herself, but instinctively understood the futility of that action, and so left her hands stiffly at her side as he slowly raped her with his eyes. He went behind her, tugged on the rear strap of her bra, and read the label. 34-D.
“D Cup” he said in a loud voice. “Very impressive! Not only the oldest, but also the biggest tits. OK, now go get the little bitch naked.”
Having no choice, Antonia walked over to stand in front of the frightened young teen.
Deborah looked with wide, panicked eyes at the older woman who now stood before her in her underwear, then at the naked Joy and almost naked Cynthia and begged “Pleeeease……don’t”
“I don’t have a choice, Honey, and neither do you, so do as I say and we’ll get this done. Turn around, so I can get at your zipper.”
Slowly, docilely, the young teen turned so that the zipper that ran down the back of the jumper was accessible, and she jerked as she felt Antonia grasp the zipper tang and begin pulling it down.
Deborah bit her lip and gave off a soft squeak, face bright red as she felt the back of her jumper come unzipped, the back of her white blouse visible between the parting fabric. Antonia pushed the straps off her shoulders and the loosened jumper crumpled at her feet. A white nylon half-slip extended down from the bottom of her blouse, falling to her knees.
Antonia placed her hands gently on Deborah’s shoulders, causing the nervous girl to jump, and then turned her so that she was facing her again.
Deborah looked up at her with frightened, pleading eyes.
“P…please…I can….I can undress m..myself” the flustered young girl stammered.
“That is not what I wish to see” the sergeant stated coldly, and Cynthia noticed for the first time that the sergeant was using his handcom to video the embarrassed girl’s disrobing.
All attention was suddenly drawn to the door, as the locks disengaged, and a tall, cadaverous man in the black uniform of a National Defense Force (NDF) Colonel entered the room and stopped, surveying the room and the people within.
Col. Ryan Woodcrest, Chief of Staff to Admiral Mars, one of the “Thirteen”, the Ruling Council of the Nation (RCN) was at 58, no longer as interested in naked females, but he locked his attention on the half-naked redhead momentarily, then looked at the sergeant. “Carry On” he said.
“Sgt. Patton, SIR! How can I be of assistance to the Colonel?” he said, saluting crisply.
“No need to bother, Sergeant. I’m just here to observe. Continue with what you were doing.”
“Sir, this is highly irregular….” Patton said
“That is not YOUR concern, sergeant. If you wish, we can both discuss it with your captain.” He looked with quiet menace at the sergeant.
“N..No SIR! That won’t be necessary” he said, then turning to Antonia yelled “Well, what are you waiting for you fucking cow. I told you to get the little bitch naked and….”
“SERGEANT” the Colonel said sharply. “Can’t you see that the “little bitch” as you call her is frightened half to death?” He walked over to where the tiny blond stood shaking and embarrassed. He pushed Antonia roughly aside. “Go stand with those two” he said, indicating the twins, then turned his attention to Deborah.
“What is your name, Child?” he asked as he knelt in front of her.
“D…Deborah Stennis” she mumbled, eyes downcast, embarrassed that he could see her slip.
“A very pretty name” he smiled as he reached under the tails of her blouse to grasp the elastic at the waist of the half-slip, and in one smooth downward tug, pulled the nylon slip to her feet.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” she cried out involuntarily. There was only the briefest glimpse of pink, before the blouse fell to again cover her. He gently lifted first one leg behind the calf, then the other, to free her of the crumpled garment.
He rose and looked down at the small blonde. She stood frozen as he raised a palm and stroked her straight blonde hair, descending to stroke her cheek. Tears rolled down her cheek as he grasped the blouse at the top button.
Deborah cried out OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH as he roughly yanked the material apart and there was a loud RRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP as the material tore apart, buttons flying. Before she could react, he’d tugged the shredded blouse down and off, tossing it to the floor with her jumper and slip.
Deborah was left shivering in just her underwear, a simple white cotton bra, that clasped in the rear, and baby blue cotton panties that tightly hugged her small sex. Her small breasts were defined in the thin material of her bra.
She gasped as he pulled a very sharp looking knife and held it before her eyes.
“Don’t move” he said to the shocked girl, then grasped her bra between the cups and tugged outward before inserting the blade underneath.
“N…no…it hooks in the rear, you don’t have…………….”
He sliced through the bridge, and the cups fell away, baring small, perfectly round breasts with perfectly round pink areolae and thick, centered nipples.
While her hands came up to cross over and cover her modest chest, he grasped the side of her panties at the right hip, slid the blade under and sliced it open. The light blue cotton fell away to reveal a light dusting of thin blonde curls. Before Deborah could even cry out, he repeated the action on the other hip, and he pulled the cotton free from between her legs and dropped the scraps onto the pile of clothes. Now only her sliced open bra saved her from total nudity. That was quickly corrected and Deborah gave a panicked squeal as her sliced both narrow shoulder straps, the shredded bra joining the rest, leaving her naked except for her white knee socks.
The colonel closely observed as the red-faced teen dropped one hand protecting her small breasts to cover her young, he was sure virgin, sex. She was pure, untouched and modest. Perfect for his purposes!